Marissa had decifered a way to get past the pit of obstacales and started a crawl that had her with most of her weight ditributed acrosse her back, shoulders, and arms, pushing herself forward with her feet. That worked through most of the things until she cam to the heated duracrete.

At the duracrete she managed to redistribute her weight more onto her back and parts of her legs so she crawls with only the top halves of her fingers pressed against the duracrete and her feet up and out to the side crawling like a crab creature she had seen on a beach on Chandrilla. She made her way, slowly but surely, and finished the course.

Upon reaching the other side she sat down, brushed the hair out of her eyes and blew on her slightly burned hands. She really hoped this place had bacta, and a shower. She laughed to herself and picked the mud-covered hair that had become plastered to her face off.